OFFERTORY CHANT Lo, how a Rose e’er blooming 20TH ORD SUN - 13/14 AUG - LAY APOSTOLATE SUNDAY OFFERTORY CHANT Lo, how a Rose e’er blooming

Lo, how a Rose e’er blooming From tender stem hath sprung Lo, how a Rose e’er blooming From tender stem hath sprung! Of Jesse’s lineage coming As men of old have sung.

It came, a flower bright, Amid the cold of winter When half-gone was the night.

Isaiah ’twas foretold it, The Rose I have in mind: With Mary we behold it, The virgin mother kind.

To show God’s love aright She bore to men a Saviour When half-gone was the night.

This Flower, whose fragrance tender With sweetness fills the air, Dispels with glorious splendour The darkness everywhere.

True man, yet very God, From sin and death He saves us And lightens every load.